Chapter 1
The raven haired male sat down solemnly on the sidewalk, twiddling a piece of rolling paper between his fingers. At first glance anyone would mistake such a piece of paper as simply a play thing. Maybe a love letter, or a letter of hate. No one really knew with that person as he twiddled the paper between his fingers somewhere in the back of the firm as he sat on the steps in the darkened alleyway. The safest alley way. The only safe alleyway in the whole city littered in crime. But upon further inspection another person might have noticed within that raven-haired male's hand was a cigarette as he puffed his life away. The door banged open, then shut again, footsteps echoed towards the slouched male who only looked up towards another. "You've got to get over your last firm! Seriously man, you got out of there when it was good." The blonde-Sting- attempted smiling at him as he sat down next to him attempting to take the box. To no avail as the raven haired male caught it just in time. In this city so full of crime the last thing on anyone's mind was if the two under aged teen cops were smoking out back. That was by far the most innocent thing that could have been done within this city. Out of the two of them the one more likely to smoke for pleasure or just to show off was probably Sting. But that man? No he had never even bothered touching one a day in his life. His muscles were his pride he wasn't going to throw away such hard work to a simple little piece of paper. The raven haired male-Rogue-on the other hand? He was a whole 'nother story himself.
"So what your firm got busted."
"They were busted for being an underground gang."
"So? It's not like there's a problem, everyone's safe...no one even got injured not even the good guys."
That sounded like great news to Sting, Rogue on the other hand? That simply sounded like a trap. Several days ago Rogue's old firm had been attacked by another firm who had determined was actually hiding as a misnomer and full of illegal activities. "So what? You're just worried about your big brother." Sting smiled as Rogue brushed some ash off into the street as he gave a grave glance over to his "brother" who sat down on the sidewalk kicking his legs out onto the street. "He's not my brother. He's someone I'm going to get arrested someday." Rogue sighed looking up at the sky, it was going to be another stormy night here at the simple-little-town where they lived. If anyone ever called this place innocent or cute it would be a malapropism to call in the real innocent victims mug them, rob them, and various other things that the police would have to take care of later. "Sting, this isn't going to be a joyride." Rogue sighed tapping his cigar against the street to scatter the ashes once again. "Yeah, neither is the hospital trip from these." Sting smiled holding up his pack of cigars. "It's empty." Rogue lied causing Sting to make a shocked look. "What?" Sting asked opening the package quick enough to be distracted where Rogue could snatch his pack back. "Dude, you nicked me with all those rings." Sting sighed, he wasn't joking and he wasn't mad either, right now he was just searching for something to say. Rogue sighed as he stared at the sky. "You need a new distraction maybe a hobby." Sting sighed glancing at the half empty pack of cigars now on the back step, mainly a piece of sidewalk, that was half empty. "I could've sworn you bought that one this morning." Sting grumbled looking at it. It wasn't healthy to be so consumed in smoke. "It's a different pack." Rogue sighed getting ready to stand up, his break was almost over, the minute he would go back inside the firm would be full of panicking people. Some of them teenagers also. The firm had opened themselves to teenagers. Simple jobs. To keep everyone out of crime, that was a high hope. That only worked for some. Others, such as Rogue and Sting, used simple minded places like these to hide. Right under everyone's noses.
"When'd you buy this one?" Sting asked as Rogue looked back over his shoulder towards Sting as he opened the door. "This afternoon." He knew what that meant. It meant the one from this morning Rogue had already burned through it. "Rogue, you really need to stop this." Sting sighed looking up at him from the sidewalk, pure bright blue eyes, like his father Weisslogia. But Weisslogia was all in the past now. "This isn't what he would want...no matter how much you-we've been threw." Sting explained as Rogue nodded. "There's always tomorrow." Rogue grumbled as Sting sighed. That was always the answer. Even when Weisslogia had talked to him about quitting several days before...before the tragedy that had caused them to start working for the police firm in this dreaded city. "Why'd you even come out here anyway? You hate the scent." Rogue sighed now that his break was almost over heading inside. Where other teenage officers and secretaries, such as Yukino, were waiting.
"Well, it's kind of an odd job for us-"
"Oh Sting! Did you tell Rogue about...the issue,yet?"
...Well he was getting there...